Luyện nghe bài hát It Was Written [Explicit]

Six ways to die
(Took a lot to get Rollie nigga)
Six million to get rich
(Huh, hah)

Everybody telling me "make a club record"
You ain't trapping no more, stop drug records
You got a daughter bout to come, stop making thug
I brought that money back fast, I had the plug
Welcome to Harlem, el Barrio, that's the section
Hit your bitch with my jeans on, ain't making love
I got for my loco but I know cuz reckless
I gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but me one lesson
Do your dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones
I knew it broke my mother's to know her son selling
I had in my dresser, trifling as ever
I had a dream Biggie featured me on Life
I be with my niggas, I don't really like rappers
Niggas can't make a song for nothing but they actors
Go and get a role, low bagging up tuna rolls, raw shit
I come from a block where you seen it but never saw
I be at the bar, my wheat grass and bark shit
My just came from up north, he want to park shit
Tryna teach him something bout and how we started
class poverty, homies from jail calling me
Playing the everyday but never hit the lottery
Liquor store on every corner, might as well get
I remember that free lunch shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, load up
I told papi I got him by the end of the
I was thinking 550's with the cinnamon guts
These shots'll blow mind away, now your memory dust
And memory of, I got a JF Kennedy
Presidential called enterprise, I need another
take a package down to North Carolina
Maybe buy some Ferrigamo, I'm so on the commas

If you never been broke it's be hard to feel me
Only Allah get my flow, it's gon' be hard to me
say practice make perfect, we at it every day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I paid
It was written I'm gifted, homie come something
Conversations bout paper homie, let's something
It was written I'm gifted, homie learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something

It's hard to stop already in motion
I ain't gotta hit your blunt, I've already been
G Star on my Shmurda shit
In '08 my was really on some murder shit
Cause nothing was enough
Just to the time started working out
Me and my nigga Jay Black way back
He a nigga, met him in Queens
Butch crib, met up with
Imagine Nas signed you, of a dream
pinch me
Promise nothing say ever getting to me
Used to House Party, not kidding play listen to me
This that talk that the hustlers want to open shop
This stash house talk, don't let 'em know the spot
This that talk got my city wanting to rap again
This that all black everything like an
This that middle of the in a trench coat
Glock 19 reminding them of how you broke

If you never been broke it's gon' be to feel me
Only Allah get my flow, it's gon' be to kill me
They say practice perfect, we at it every day
Thinking that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written I'm gifted, come learn something
bout paper homie, let's burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie come something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something

I talked my way right up out the projects
Put your mind to it, is possible haha
a hole in the wall, yeah
Now we in the presidential man
Top floor, flower for your nigga
Harlem,